Princess in Disguise [ Michael Clifford ]

Twenty two

+ Ariella +

It's been weeks since we've been arrived here. To be honest, I'm still really confused with our situation. I don't know if I can still trust Michael and the others.

I've been thinking about giving up already. If my father is still alive or not, I don't care anymore. I feel like my hope is being stepped on now.

I was sitting my bed when I heard the door opened. I looked behind me then smiled at Michael. He was grinning and sat beside me, he held my hand then kissed my forehead.

"Ariella, I have a really huge surprise for you." He said before we went outside.

We went straight to the meeting room and I saw a tall man with white beard, facing in the opposite direction.

I stood there with my heart beating so fast, is he my father? I bit my lip, trying to calm myself.

The man finally faced us, making my tears finally roll down against my cheek. I felt a huge relief and I slammed my hand on my lips, trying not my cry too loudly.

"My baby girl." Dad said as he walked towards me and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around him then cried against his chest.

"Daddy, you're here." I managed to say while sobbing.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry I left you out there, but I'm here now. Daddy will protect you now." He said while also sobbing.

We pulled away from each other and he kissed my forehead. I wiped my tears away, but they kept coming.

"What is he doing here? Why is that traitor in here?!" He yelled as he pointed at Michael.

"Daddy, he saved me. He is the reason why I am here." I said to him.

"I don't care, Ariella! He is the reason why we are suffering now! He and his family is the reason why is your Mother missing!" He yelled as I tried to calm him down.

"Dad, he saved me! He helped me! I could've been dead right now." I yelled back.

"And he is the reason why you could've been dead, Ariella! Are you even hearing what you're saying?! You mother is missing-"

"She's dead, Dad!" I finally yelled.

Silence surrounds us and I saw my Dad's heart slowly breaks in front of me. His tears are slowly pouring. His eyes turned from pain into anger.

He pushed me away, making me hit the wall pretty hard. He charged to Michael then suddenly threw punches at his face. I tried to pull him away but he's just too strong.

"Dad, leave Michael alone!" I yelled as I pulled his arm away.

He suddenly faced me then pushed me really hard. I fell to the ground and all I see is my Dad apologizing, and Michael's bleeding face. Then everything went blank.

* * *

I woke up hours later in the clinic. Zoe and Luke are beside me. I felt like my head is going to explode anytime soon. I winced in pain then Zoe tried to push me back down to bed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Let's just say, Michael and your Dad are really not on great terms." Said Zoe.

"Is Michael okay? What happened to Dad?" I asked again.

"Michael's on the other room and your Dad is on counseling. Michael's pretty beaten up badly and you Dad's shaken up." Zoe said with concern on her face.

"I need to see Michael." I said then slowly stood up but Zoe and Luke stopped me.

"You need to rest, Ella." Said Zoe. I felt anger slowly rising from my chest.

"I can do this, Zoe!" I suddenly snapped. Zoe's expression changed then bit her lip.

"Fine then. It seems that you doesn't need our help anymore. After all that we've done to you. After we sacrificed our lives for you!" She snapped back.

"I didn't asked you to save me, Zoe! I didn't asked anyone of you to sacrifice your lives. I didn't begged Michael to die or leave his father alone. I didn't forced anyone of you!" I yelled, making Zoe wipe her tears away.

"You know what? I'm starting to regret this. I can't believe I chose you over my family. You're such a bitch." She said then walked away, Luke was still here and watching us.

"What? You're leaving too?" I said, trying to stop my tears.

"I'm sorry about Zoe, she's just tired." He said quietly before leaving.

I lay back down on my bed again and silently cry. I hate this. Michael probably hates me, Zoe hates me, those terrorists hate me, Dad must also hate me. Everyone does.

I heard someone entered, making me wipe my tears quickly. I stood up and saw Ashton holding a tray of foods. He placed it on my nightstand, then sat on my bed.

"Hey. What happened to you and Zoe?" He asked.

"I-I don't know. I just blew up, I guess. It's my fault." I said, quietly.

"You're just tired. All of us were just tired. She didn't meant what she said. You also didn't mean that, right?" He asked, making me nod.

"I brought you some soup and some water. The nurse said you need to rest because you hit your head pretty badly." He smiled.

"Thank you, Ashton. Can you tell Zoe that I am sorry?" I smiled back.

"Well of course, Ella. Also, Michael's good now. He's on the cafeteria. I'll tell him to visit you." Ashton said before leaving.

Is this what Hell feels like? Because it really does sucks. Like really bad.